Joker’s day began at 9:43 when the alarm clock blasted his favorite sound bite off the walls of the HA-HAcienda::: This parrot is no more. It has ceased to be. It’s expired and gone to meet its maker. This is a late parrot. It’s a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace. If you hadn’t nailed it to the perch, it would be pushing up the daisies. It’s rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. This is an ex-parrot. ::

Ah, the Dead Parrot sketch. A Monty Python classic. One day, Joker would have to find that John Cleese and have him stuffed.
–The Highland Games